You really shouldn't have done that
[What are you doing?]
OOC: This piece was co-written with whattingawhat, still_brooding, stillacrime, i_willpout, sonata_adagio for the ongoing Apocalypse storyline with many many others.
By the time the limo pulled up to the apartment building Buffy and Danny lived in Angel had a headache. He and Lucy had argued over the advantages of a limo versus a taxi. He'd finally given in when she pointed out that a limo gave him more room to get away from her. Lucy got out of the limo first, a blonde slip of energy that could not be contained. She'd already poked her head out the sunroof on the drive over to Buffy's. Jill mouthed an apology and handed Angel two aspirin which he took dry. He slipped out of the limo, gave the driver instructions to wait and trailed behind the two girls who were chattering nonstop. In fact, he was fairly certain that Lucy had not stopped talking, perhaps even to breathe, since the plane had taken off. There had been commentary about her using his jet for a booty call but he'd tried very hard to block that from his mind. Sometimes, having an eidetic memory sucked.
They took the elevator up to the ninth floor and Angel attempted to stop Lucy from her over enthusiastic knock on the door but he was a bit too late. He glanced over at Jill. "How much more aspirin do you have? You might offer some to Buffy and Danny when we go in."
Before Jill reminded herself about vampire hearing, she could have sworn that she had apologized to Angel at least fifty times... minimum. The heels of her knee-high boots clicked over the marble floor to the elevator. She wore a black mini skirt that flared in a ruffle at her thighs. Her top was a crimson red blouse and her make-up was applied extra thick and dark. The more stressed out and worried she became, the darker her make-up got.
At Angel's request, which she took as seriously as she took everything else, she patted the black bag she had slung cross ways over her shoulder and torso. "I've got a bottle." The bottle was a constant in her purse. Always.
Danny had just grabbed a beer when he heard the knock on the door. He answered wearing baggy jeans and a wife-beater tank. "Hey." He greeted Angel, the word 'hey' drawn out enthusiastically. "How you doin'? Come in. Buffy's in the shower... or she was." He stepped back and greeted the two girls with a nod and an extended hand. "Hey. Danny Messer."
Jill took Danny's hand first and shook it with a quiet 'hello' for a greeting as she stepped into the apartment. Lucy practically shoved herself past Angel into the apartment. She completely disregarded the outstretched hand and instead nearly tripped over her own two feet and caught herself by hugging Danny. "You're shorter than I thought you'd be. Totally hot though and wow nice arms," she rambled as she pulled away, one hand still on Danny's bicep. She looked back over at Angel and beamed him a huge smile. "I think he has nicer arms than you. You've totally got him outdone on the shoulders but he's got the arms."
Angel closed his eyes and emphatically wished he was anywhere but here with anyone except Lucy. "I'm sorry," he apologized to Danny. "Lucy and Jill wanted to meet Buffy."
"And see the scythe," Lucy said as she pulled away and started poking around in things. She opened the weapons chest, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. "Ooooh totally sweet dagger though," she exclaimed as she picked the dagger Buffy had almost killed Faith with and started dancing around the weapons chest, thrusting the dagger in front of her. "Take that Evil! Slayer and that and-"
While Jill offered Danny some IB Profrin from her bag Angel crossed the room with inhuman speed and grabbed Lucy's wrist, fingers curling around it tightly. He glowered down at her and plucked the dagger from her hand with his free hand. "No."
Of course the word elicited the same reaction it always did. Outright shock at first followed by a pout that made Angel feel like a cad. However, in this instance he was saved.
"O. M. G!! Are those Marc Jacobs?" Lucy cried as she pulled her wrist out of Angel's hand and bounced to the end table where Buffy's favorite pair of Marc Jacobs heels were on display.
"As a matter of fact," Buffy said as she emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed in a white wife beater and a pair of black yoga pants. She'd pulled her damp hair back in a tight knot. She was planning on going on patrol within the hour. She looked a little confused at the blonde with her shoes then to Danny, her gaze finally sliding to Angel. She'd known he was here long before she'd heard his voice. In fact, the Angel tingles had been what had prompted her to get out of the shower and get dressed instead of lingering much longer in the steam.
Having taken the IB Profrin and fisted them, Danny watched the chaotic scene before him and finally felt better when Buffy entered the room. He shut the door and stepped closer to her. "Angel's here... which is the obvious. But this is Lucy and Jill." He pointed between the two and shook his head. "Don't know which is which though."
"I'm Jill... Jill Campbell. But you can just call me Jill. We spoke online like... once." Jill stepped forward somewhat timidly and shook Buffy's hand. She leaned in close to whisper to Buffy. "Sorry about Lucy. She might have mentioned Danny's great arms and she might... just... sorry. But hi, I'm Jill."
Buffy took a step back toward Danny then stepped forward again to shake Jill's hand, a slight grin curving her lips at Jill's whisper just as Lucy bounced over, one of the shoes still in hand. "Because he totally does have great arms. It's only fair that I mention them. And totally not hitting on him. One -- he's way old-okay maybe not way because I think my internet boyfriend is older than him but I can totally appreciate the pretty without wanting to bang the pretty." At that she glanced over at Danny. "Not that I wouldn't totally bang you if you weren't going out with Buffy. I totally would but I'm not like that. Also, Buffy can probably kick my ass."
At that Buffy arched an eyebrow. "Probably? Try definitely."
"Right," Lucy nodded without pause. For once, she was actually quiet. Meeting Buffy was...well pretty freakin' cool. "By the way, totally not hating you. Well maybe for a little while but being a vampire slayer is so much cooler than being a philosopher. Seriously, like Plato saved the world. He was just an old dude in a bed sheet. Not that I've done much with the world saving yet, more with just the pokey pokey. You know with stakes and vampires. Only not with the sleeping with vampires. No offense or anything it's just totally not the way I roll." Angel in a sense saved Buffy by stepping behind Lucy and putting one hand on her shoulder.
"Lucy, I think those are a pair of custom Jimmy Choos over there. They've got wooden heels and she uses them to stake vampires," Angel said, pointing Lucy in the direction of the black heels that were indeed precisely what he'd said they were. He handed Buffy the dagger, hilt first. "She's a little..."
"Plus, I had three frappachinos on the way over here. Do you have any idea how long a ride from LA to NYC is, even in a jet?" Lucy asked as she bounced over to the shoes. "Angel threatened to take it away from me. I threatened to open the door of the jet. I was totally give me coffee or give me death. I think he's kind of scared of you because you know the whole note you sent him about us not dying."
"Is there a reason you gave her frappachinos?" Buffy asked Angel, tilting her head and placing one hand over the scar on her neck.
"They snuck them past me. I swear to God, Buffy. They're like hyperactive ninjas," Angel said in the form an apology.
"Hyperactive ninjas?" Buffy asked, eyebrow arching at him again. "You know what-never mind. Of course you do."
Angel smirked, the grin sliding over his face. "In Tibet."
Jill stood to the side, watching Buffy with wide eyes. This was Buffy Summers. THE slayer. Were they even allowed to meet her? She glanced to Angel and stepped closer to him while speaking to Buffy again. "Lucy and I have been really excited. We snuck off and got some Starbucks, but Angel didn't see so it isn't his fault. I can't say no to Lucy and she really wanted a Frappucino. I mean, you should see her pout." She rambled. "Oh, and nice shoes."
"Sunshine here's got a pretty good pout." Danny agreed with Jill.
"It's okay," Buffy told Jill with a soft smile, watching as Jill stepped closer to Angel. Buffy looked over to Danny and winked at him. "Danny has a hard time telling me no as well. And thanks. I'm a shoe fan and I'm a big supporter of using things around you to help with the slaying. Fewer things to carry. It's nice to meet you both."
Lucy decided to chime back in at that, putting the Jimmy Choos she'd been looking at down. She made plans to see what she could do about getting a custom pair with wooden heels for both her and Jill, not that she could slay a vampire with her heels. Not on purpose anyway but they'd be nice to have. "The scythe, can we see it?"
Buffy hesitated a moment and then nodded. "Sure," she said as she slipped out of the room and back into the bedroom.
Angel stepped over closer to Danny and nodded at him. "How are you doing? I know things are getting crazy here. The heat wave was what made me think things were serious enough to come up here. Things have picked up in LA but from what Buffy says nothing like what they have here."
Both shoulders lifted in a slight shrug as Danny sipped at his beer. "Yeah, been pretty hot. Buffy says somethin's up but I got no clue. I'm doin' alright though. Want a beer?" When Angel nodded, Danny got a beer from the fridge and took the top off before carrying it back to Angel.
Buffy reappeared a moment later, scythe in hand. Lucy bounced over to her, meeting her half way and holding her hands out. Buffy laid the scythe in her hands with an almost reverent and definitely possessive look. It wasn't as if Lucy could do anything to the scythe. In fact, Buffy was pretty sure the scythe was invulnerable.
Lucy's hands curled around the scythe and she went silent for a moment again. Twice within one hour. It had to be a record of some kind. She looked up at Buffy with wide eyes. "It feels like mine."
"Yeah, I know. It's a slayer thing," Buffy told Lucy with a nod. "Apparently it holds the source of all our power...or something. Willow explained once but I was busy packing shoes."
"Totally not fair," Lucy said with a pout as she held onto the scythe then tried to twirl it in an arc. Buffy caught it before it tumbled to the floor. It would have sliced an end table in half had Buffy not caught it. And really, her and Danny's apartment didn't need any more damage done to the furniture within.
"Yeah...well when you can take it from me we'll talk about fair."
"And that will be never," Angel chimed in. "Life's not fair. Not even for you, Lucy."
Lucy pouted some more and flounced over to Jill, laying her head on Jill's shoulder. "You so totally don't have to tell me that. I have a raging crush on a Pretty Boy that lives in Virgina and Angel doesn't think booty call is a good use of his private jet."
"You have a bow-chicka-bow-wow room. Make pretty boy come there." Jill argued, stroking her fingers through Lucy's hair. "It's only right."
"Yeah, how'd you meet a boy who lives in Virginia anyway?" Because Virginia was a long way from California, Danny reasoned. "If it's an internet thing, make him come to you cause you never know."
Jill pulled her lower lip through her teeth. "It's an internet thing." She looked to Lucy. "Use the bow-chicka-bow-wow room."
"He works for the FBI," Lucy said with a pout. "Apparently they like them to work instead of making use of bow chicka bow wow rooms. He's going to Las Vegas though." The pout was gone and the smile was back. "So we totally have to unapocalypse this thing and make sure I'm still pretty when it's over."
"We're going to Las Vegas next week," Angel explained.
"Oh my God...you're going to see Manilow, aren't you?" Buffy said, giggles bubbling up until she was laughing.
Angel smirked at her. "He's dying. I might not get to see him again."
"Oh! Boots," Lucy rebounded and bounced over to a pair of black patent knee high boots sitting in the corner of the apartment. She sloughed off her shoes and stuck her feet in them. They were a little bit too big but only by a half a size or so. "O M G! Jilly Bean! I totally need a pair of these for Vegas. I've got the red pair but I need a black pair with buckles. Come look! And these!" She squealed as she half bounced half stumbled in the five inch boots over to the red and crystal heels that Danny had bought for Buffy. "These would be too cute." She looked over at Buffy with a big smile. "Who knew Yoda-Slayer would have shoes that I want to steal."
"Do not steal my shoes," Buffy threatened almost teasing.
"Lucy, we should go," Angel started to try and get the slayers out of the apartment. "Help me," he pleaded quietly with Buffy.
"Hey, you're the one that gave them coffee."
Danny wrinkled his nose and arched an eyebrow as he looked to Angel. "Yeah, why'd you do that?"
Jill slapped her forehead against her palm and promptly apologized as she was so apt to do. "I'm sorry..."
OOC: This piece was co-written with whattingawhat, still_brooding, stillacrime, i_willpout, sonata_adagio for the ongoing Apocalypse storyline with many many others.
By the time the limo pulled up to the apartment building Buffy and Danny lived in Angel had a headache. He and Lucy had argued over the advantages of a limo versus a taxi. He'd finally given in when she pointed out that a limo gave him more room to get away from her. Lucy got out of the limo first, a blonde slip of energy that could not be contained. She'd already poked her head out the sunroof on the drive over to Buffy's. Jill mouthed an apology and handed Angel two aspirin which he took dry. He slipped out of the limo, gave the driver instructions to wait and trailed behind the two girls who were chattering nonstop. In fact, he was fairly certain that Lucy had not stopped talking, perhaps even to breathe, since the plane had taken off. There had been commentary about her using his jet for a booty call but he'd tried very hard to block that from his mind. Sometimes, having an eidetic memory sucked.
They took the elevator up to the ninth floor and Angel attempted to stop Lucy from her over enthusiastic knock on the door but he was a bit too late. He glanced over at Jill. "How much more aspirin do you have? You might offer some to Buffy and Danny when we go in."
Before Jill reminded herself about vampire hearing, she could have sworn that she had apologized to Angel at least fifty times... minimum. The heels of her knee-high boots clicked over the marble floor to the elevator. She wore a black mini skirt that flared in a ruffle at her thighs. Her top was a crimson red blouse and her make-up was applied extra thick and dark. The more stressed out and worried she became, the darker her make-up got.
At Angel's request, which she took as seriously as she took everything else, she patted the black bag she had slung cross ways over her shoulder and torso. "I've got a bottle." The bottle was a constant in her purse. Always.
Danny had just grabbed a beer when he heard the knock on the door. He answered wearing baggy jeans and a wife-beater tank. "Hey." He greeted Angel, the word 'hey' drawn out enthusiastically. "How you doin'? Come in. Buffy's in the shower... or she was." He stepped back and greeted the two girls with a nod and an extended hand. "Hey. Danny Messer."
Jill took Danny's hand first and shook it with a quiet 'hello' for a greeting as she stepped into the apartment. Lucy practically shoved herself past Angel into the apartment. She completely disregarded the outstretched hand and instead nearly tripped over her own two feet and caught herself by hugging Danny. "You're shorter than I thought you'd be. Totally hot though and wow nice arms," she rambled as she pulled away, one hand still on Danny's bicep. She looked back over at Angel and beamed him a huge smile. "I think he has nicer arms than you. You've totally got him outdone on the shoulders but he's got the arms."
Angel closed his eyes and emphatically wished he was anywhere but here with anyone except Lucy. "I'm sorry," he apologized to Danny. "Lucy and Jill wanted to meet Buffy."
"And see the scythe," Lucy said as she pulled away and started poking around in things. She opened the weapons chest, a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. "Ooooh totally sweet dagger though," she exclaimed as she picked the dagger Buffy had almost killed Faith with and started dancing around the weapons chest, thrusting the dagger in front of her. "Take that Evil! Slayer and that and-"
While Jill offered Danny some IB Profrin from her bag Angel crossed the room with inhuman speed and grabbed Lucy's wrist, fingers curling around it tightly. He glowered down at her and plucked the dagger from her hand with his free hand. "No."
Of course the word elicited the same reaction it always did. Outright shock at first followed by a pout that made Angel feel like a cad. However, in this instance he was saved.
"O. M. G!! Are those Marc Jacobs?" Lucy cried as she pulled her wrist out of Angel's hand and bounced to the end table where Buffy's favorite pair of Marc Jacobs heels were on display.
"As a matter of fact," Buffy said as she emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed in a white wife beater and a pair of black yoga pants. She'd pulled her damp hair back in a tight knot. She was planning on going on patrol within the hour. She looked a little confused at the blonde with her shoes then to Danny, her gaze finally sliding to Angel. She'd known he was here long before she'd heard his voice. In fact, the Angel tingles had been what had prompted her to get out of the shower and get dressed instead of lingering much longer in the steam.
Having taken the IB Profrin and fisted them, Danny watched the chaotic scene before him and finally felt better when Buffy entered the room. He shut the door and stepped closer to her. "Angel's here... which is the obvious. But this is Lucy and Jill." He pointed between the two and shook his head. "Don't know which is which though."
"I'm Jill... Jill Campbell. But you can just call me Jill. We spoke online like... once." Jill stepped forward somewhat timidly and shook Buffy's hand. She leaned in close to whisper to Buffy. "Sorry about Lucy. She might have mentioned Danny's great arms and she might... just... sorry. But hi, I'm Jill."
Buffy took a step back toward Danny then stepped forward again to shake Jill's hand, a slight grin curving her lips at Jill's whisper just as Lucy bounced over, one of the shoes still in hand. "Because he totally does have great arms. It's only fair that I mention them. And totally not hitting on him. One -- he's way old-okay maybe not way because I think my internet boyfriend is older than him but I can totally appreciate the pretty without wanting to bang the pretty." At that she glanced over at Danny. "Not that I wouldn't totally bang you if you weren't going out with Buffy. I totally would but I'm not like that. Also, Buffy can probably kick my ass."
At that Buffy arched an eyebrow. "Probably? Try definitely."
"Right," Lucy nodded without pause. For once, she was actually quiet. Meeting Buffy was...well pretty freakin' cool. "By the way, totally not hating you. Well maybe for a little while but being a vampire slayer is so much cooler than being a philosopher. Seriously, like Plato saved the world. He was just an old dude in a bed sheet. Not that I've done much with the world saving yet, more with just the pokey pokey. You know with stakes and vampires. Only not with the sleeping with vampires. No offense or anything it's just totally not the way I roll." Angel in a sense saved Buffy by stepping behind Lucy and putting one hand on her shoulder.
"Lucy, I think those are a pair of custom Jimmy Choos over there. They've got wooden heels and she uses them to stake vampires," Angel said, pointing Lucy in the direction of the black heels that were indeed precisely what he'd said they were. He handed Buffy the dagger, hilt first. "She's a little..."
"Plus, I had three frappachinos on the way over here. Do you have any idea how long a ride from LA to NYC is, even in a jet?" Lucy asked as she bounced over to the shoes. "Angel threatened to take it away from me. I threatened to open the door of the jet. I was totally give me coffee or give me death. I think he's kind of scared of you because you know the whole note you sent him about us not dying."
"Is there a reason you gave her frappachinos?" Buffy asked Angel, tilting her head and placing one hand over the scar on her neck.
"They snuck them past me. I swear to God, Buffy. They're like hyperactive ninjas," Angel said in the form an apology.
"Hyperactive ninjas?" Buffy asked, eyebrow arching at him again. "You know what-never mind. Of course you do."
Angel smirked, the grin sliding over his face. "In Tibet."
Jill stood to the side, watching Buffy with wide eyes. This was Buffy Summers. THE slayer. Were they even allowed to meet her? She glanced to Angel and stepped closer to him while speaking to Buffy again. "Lucy and I have been really excited. We snuck off and got some Starbucks, but Angel didn't see so it isn't his fault. I can't say no to Lucy and she really wanted a Frappucino. I mean, you should see her pout." She rambled. "Oh, and nice shoes."
"Sunshine here's got a pretty good pout." Danny agreed with Jill.
"It's okay," Buffy told Jill with a soft smile, watching as Jill stepped closer to Angel. Buffy looked over to Danny and winked at him. "Danny has a hard time telling me no as well. And thanks. I'm a shoe fan and I'm a big supporter of using things around you to help with the slaying. Fewer things to carry. It's nice to meet you both."
Lucy decided to chime back in at that, putting the Jimmy Choos she'd been looking at down. She made plans to see what she could do about getting a custom pair with wooden heels for both her and Jill, not that she could slay a vampire with her heels. Not on purpose anyway but they'd be nice to have. "The scythe, can we see it?"
Buffy hesitated a moment and then nodded. "Sure," she said as she slipped out of the room and back into the bedroom.
Angel stepped over closer to Danny and nodded at him. "How are you doing? I know things are getting crazy here. The heat wave was what made me think things were serious enough to come up here. Things have picked up in LA but from what Buffy says nothing like what they have here."
Both shoulders lifted in a slight shrug as Danny sipped at his beer. "Yeah, been pretty hot. Buffy says somethin's up but I got no clue. I'm doin' alright though. Want a beer?" When Angel nodded, Danny got a beer from the fridge and took the top off before carrying it back to Angel.
Buffy reappeared a moment later, scythe in hand. Lucy bounced over to her, meeting her half way and holding her hands out. Buffy laid the scythe in her hands with an almost reverent and definitely possessive look. It wasn't as if Lucy could do anything to the scythe. In fact, Buffy was pretty sure the scythe was invulnerable.
Lucy's hands curled around the scythe and she went silent for a moment again. Twice within one hour. It had to be a record of some kind. She looked up at Buffy with wide eyes. "It feels like mine."
"Yeah, I know. It's a slayer thing," Buffy told Lucy with a nod. "Apparently it holds the source of all our power...or something. Willow explained once but I was busy packing shoes."
"Totally not fair," Lucy said with a pout as she held onto the scythe then tried to twirl it in an arc. Buffy caught it before it tumbled to the floor. It would have sliced an end table in half had Buffy not caught it. And really, her and Danny's apartment didn't need any more damage done to the furniture within.
"Yeah...well when you can take it from me we'll talk about fair."
"And that will be never," Angel chimed in. "Life's not fair. Not even for you, Lucy."
Lucy pouted some more and flounced over to Jill, laying her head on Jill's shoulder. "You so totally don't have to tell me that. I have a raging crush on a Pretty Boy that lives in Virgina and Angel doesn't think booty call is a good use of his private jet."
"You have a bow-chicka-bow-wow room. Make pretty boy come there." Jill argued, stroking her fingers through Lucy's hair. "It's only right."
"Yeah, how'd you meet a boy who lives in Virginia anyway?" Because Virginia was a long way from California, Danny reasoned. "If it's an internet thing, make him come to you cause you never know."
Jill pulled her lower lip through her teeth. "It's an internet thing." She looked to Lucy. "Use the bow-chicka-bow-wow room."
"He works for the FBI," Lucy said with a pout. "Apparently they like them to work instead of making use of bow chicka bow wow rooms. He's going to Las Vegas though." The pout was gone and the smile was back. "So we totally have to unapocalypse this thing and make sure I'm still pretty when it's over."
"We're going to Las Vegas next week," Angel explained.
"Oh my God...you're going to see Manilow, aren't you?" Buffy said, giggles bubbling up until she was laughing.
Angel smirked at her. "He's dying. I might not get to see him again."
"Oh! Boots," Lucy rebounded and bounced over to a pair of black patent knee high boots sitting in the corner of the apartment. She sloughed off her shoes and stuck her feet in them. They were a little bit too big but only by a half a size or so. "O M G! Jilly Bean! I totally need a pair of these for Vegas. I've got the red pair but I need a black pair with buckles. Come look! And these!" She squealed as she half bounced half stumbled in the five inch boots over to the red and crystal heels that Danny had bought for Buffy. "These would be too cute." She looked over at Buffy with a big smile. "Who knew Yoda-Slayer would have shoes that I want to steal."
"Do not steal my shoes," Buffy threatened almost teasing.
"Lucy, we should go," Angel started to try and get the slayers out of the apartment. "Help me," he pleaded quietly with Buffy.
"Hey, you're the one that gave them coffee."
Danny wrinkled his nose and arched an eyebrow as he looked to Angel. "Yeah, why'd you do that?"
Jill slapped her forehead against her palm and promptly apologized as she was so apt to do. "I'm sorry..."